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Harry loved night times in the lab, he was aware this put him in the minority amongst pathologists. Even the legendary Sam Ryan retreated home at night time. But not Harry, night time was when he did his best work. Alone with the victims Harry felt they offered up more of them selves at night. Around him the air was still, but in the background the gentle hum of the fridges used to store the bodies could be heard.
Harry could have been the only person alive.
Harry was well aware of his reputation amongst pathologists, he was a man of science who reduced his victim to vital statistics and pieces of evidence. This did not bother Harry, he was well liked and treated with respect and he thought it better that no one knew how much his work haunted him outside the lab. There were many nights when, Harry having eventually made it home, would do nothing more than sit in a chair and ponder how his latest case had met their end. On such nights as those Harry was well aware that he should go to sleep. Sleep would make him a better pathologist and therefore of more use to his case, but night after night in that he would sit and ponder.
Recently, however, Harry had noticed that something was beginning to change that cycle, or rather someone. As he sat there alone in the lab, he had found himself wondering what Nicki would think about his latest case. Would she concur with is conclusions. With Leo and Sam Harry shared information to learn and become a better pathologist. With Nicki it was totally different, he could bounce ideas off her, wild crazy theories that Leo and Sam would have laughed at. Harry loved the way Nicki listened to him.
If he was totally honest with himself Harry simply loved Nicki. At first he had denied it, believing he was only infatuated with her as she was the only beautiful female pathologist around his age within a 100 mile radius. But the incident with the Chinese boat victims had changed that, the moment, the horrible moment he had realised she could have been exposed to a potentially lethal virus had changed everything. He had gone home that night and sat again in his chair and pondered. Not the intricacies of his latest case however, this time he had taken a long hard look at himself and come to a conclusion abut his feelings.
All he had to do now was tell her.
That's why he was at the lab now, so late at night. He was writing the letter that would change his life, for better or worse. The lab was the only logical place to write, she was everywhere here, her spirit was in every room. But the lab was also where he did his best work, so he sat there and pondered what to say in his most important piece of work ever.
